The words that fall from my lips are not the words that were just rolling around inside my head. No matter how much I practice a conversation it never comes out the way I’d prefer it to. Instead, I stumble over words or mispronounce them, or I give up halfway through a syllable and wind up sounding juvenile.
I’m so glad writing is not talking. And that I didn’t have the bright idea to vlog; unless you would actually enjoy watching me on video just stare at you?
That the words don’t form or that they come out wrong is not a bad thing because sometimes the words that go unspoken are not nice words. Like, moron. Or, jerk. Or, are you really this stupid? egotistical? arrogant?
Perhaps it’s my conscience’s way of reiterating my mother’s advice: if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.
Deep thoughts for a Friday night and certainly not directed at anyone or anything. Just thinking to myself that I ‘m a quiet girl.
